The winner and new champeeeeeeen!

The winner and new champeeeeeeen!

I have four kids. They have, on occasion, each had had least one tantrum in their lifetimes.

But today is a day that will live in infamy. I have already marked it on my calendar for future reference. As if I would ever forget.

O’Baby was pissed off. He wanted to eat. He wanted to sleep. He wanted to play. He had a small cough. He wanted to be held, he wanted to be put down.

The poor Princess was doing her best, but to no avail. The boy was just. Not. Happy.

Something very terrible (to him) must have happened, so he took in a deep breath.
And held it.
And held it.
And held it.
Bubba commented, “Here comes a Silent Scream.”
We all stood around and watched and waited. This was gonna be a good one.
O’Baby did not scream.
He did not breathe.

And he did not breathe.
And he did not breathe.
And he did not breathe.

The Princess was holding him. I suggested she blow in his face.
She did.
He did not breathe.
And he did not breathe.
And he did not breathe.
And he still did not breathe.

And he started to turn blue.
And he did not breathe.
I got out of my chair as The Princess started to panic.
Maybe he was choking.
He did not breathe.
Then

he screamed.

It was the longest, most decisive, scariest, BEST tantrum I have ever witnessed.

And as The Princess hugged him and rocked him and almost cried with relief, I heard her say to him, “As soon as you feel better, I am going to kill you.”

History was made today.

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